Turning around,
Hang on
I am not done.
Let us sing a song.
Do you remember when beautifully the sun shone,
The stars twinkled and the sky was clear?
I miss those ballads,
When earth was pure and so were hearts.
This is what I want to talk about,
This is what I want to sing about.
No I am not lost,
Just muzzled in the smog!